I'm out here like Dorothy,
Called three times and still can't get home.
I woke up one day to see flying monkeys,
Scream out That ain't him (Aunty Em)
I did meet men with no hearts,
Men with no brains,
Dudes with no courage, we call them lames. Tryna date a lioness.
How I wake up in this mess.
This shit is Odd
No Oz, no emerald city,
Just bullet rattled Philly,
Can no longer find my way to the yellow brick road.
All these half a men tryna sing to me, letting me know they can be a king to me.
I'm like I know there is something I need to do to get out of here.
Clap three times... No clap back.
Changed the gear up, pulled the hair up and packed my knapsack.
See they keep telling me there is a man out there that feels like home.
First time in my life I feel all alone.
Fairy tales derailed,
Ruby inside of me, I know my worth.
So I keep moving till I find that man that will pull back the curtain.
Revealing his true self, and wanna fight for us.
When the connection is great,
The heart happy,
The mind happy,
And the soul happy.
Three healed claps.
He is HOME to me.
It's complicated, Dorothy
2019
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